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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.