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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.