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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.