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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
X-101,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.