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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.