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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.