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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Music Machine to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.