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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.