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 Sweden and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.