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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Bill Near 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Pole,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.