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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.