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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.