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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Television,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Can,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Swans,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.