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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Index,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.