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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.