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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.