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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Can,
The Index,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.