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 China and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.