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 Burundi 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.