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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.