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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.