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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.