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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.