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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.