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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Quantec,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.