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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Wire,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
MC5,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.