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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.