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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.