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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.