Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.