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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
UT,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.