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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.