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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
UT,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.