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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
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.