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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Ten City,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.