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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.