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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.