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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.