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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Crime,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.