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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.