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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.