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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.