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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Monolake,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.