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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.