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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.