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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.