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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.