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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.