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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.