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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.