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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.