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 Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.