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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.