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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Wings,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.