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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
UT,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.