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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.