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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.