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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.