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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.