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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Magma,
The Associates,
Q65,
Lyres,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.