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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Magazine,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Nico,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.