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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.