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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Scion,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.