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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.