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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.