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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.