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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.