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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.