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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
the Association,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.