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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.