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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.