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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Monks,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.