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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.