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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Main Source,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.