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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.