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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
June Days,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.