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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.