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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.