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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.