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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
ABC,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.