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 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.