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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Brick,
Can,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.