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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.