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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.