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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Make Up,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.