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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.