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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
MDC,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.