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 India and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.