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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Cure to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.