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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.