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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.