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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.