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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.