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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.