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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.