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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.