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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.