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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.