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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Nas,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.