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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Index,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.