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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Q65,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.