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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.