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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.