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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.