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 United States and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.