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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.