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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.