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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.