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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.