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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.