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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.