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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.