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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.