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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.