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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.