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 Ukraine 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.