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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.