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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
DNA,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.