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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.