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 Maldives 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.