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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
MDC,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.