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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.