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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.