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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
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.