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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.