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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.