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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.