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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.