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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Oneida,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.