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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.