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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.