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 Russia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.