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 Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
MDC,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.