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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.