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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.