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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.