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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 chamberlin 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.