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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.