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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.