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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.