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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.