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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.