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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.