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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Can,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.