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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.