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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.