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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.