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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
The Names,
Hashim,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.