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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.