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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.