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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.