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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.