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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.