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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
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.