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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.