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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.