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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Japan to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.