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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.