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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Magma,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.