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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 MC5 to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
PIL,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.