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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.