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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.