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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Visage,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.