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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
June of 44,
UT,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.