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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.