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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.