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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
DNA,
The Names,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.