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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.