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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.