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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.