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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.