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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.