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 China and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.