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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.