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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Nas,
World's Most,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.