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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.