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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.