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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.