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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.