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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.