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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Brick,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Chrome,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.