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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Gong,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.