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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.