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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.