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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yazoo 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.