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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.