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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Television,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.