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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.