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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Can to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.