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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
New Order,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.