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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.