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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.