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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.