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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.