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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.