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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.