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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Mantronix 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.