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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Rakim,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.