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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.