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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.