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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.