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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.