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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Names,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.