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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.