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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.