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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.