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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.