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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.