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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.