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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Interpol,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Can,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.