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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.