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 Palau 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.