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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.