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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.