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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.