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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Smog,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.