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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.