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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.