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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
cv313,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Gong,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.