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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.