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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.