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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.