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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.