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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.