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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Little Man,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.