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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.