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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.