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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
the Normal,
Wings,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.