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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Whodini,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.