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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.