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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
MC5,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.