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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Can,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.