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 Dominican Republic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.