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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Niagra,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.