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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.