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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.