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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.