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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.