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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.