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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.