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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Jandek,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.