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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.