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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.