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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.