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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
MC5,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.