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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
X-101,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.