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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
cv313,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.