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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.