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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Japan,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Index,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.