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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.