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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.