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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.