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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ludus,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.