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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.