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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hoover to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
MDC,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.