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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 the Slits to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.