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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.