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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Can,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.