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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Busters,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Faust,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.