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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 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 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.