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 Jordan and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.