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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
UT,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.