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 Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.