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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.