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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Yaz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.