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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.