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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Q65,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
X-102,
The Count Five,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.