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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.