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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.