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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
UT,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.