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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.