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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.