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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.