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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.