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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.