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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.