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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Monolake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.