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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.