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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.