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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.