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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Television,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.