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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.