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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.