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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.