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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.