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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
CMW,
UT,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.