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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
The Remains,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.