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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
JFA,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.