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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.