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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.