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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.