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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.