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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
June Days,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.