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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.