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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Liliput,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.