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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.