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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.