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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Evens to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.