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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Magma,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.