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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.