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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.