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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Can,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.