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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.