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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Flipper,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.