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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Suicide,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.