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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.