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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.