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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
cv313,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.