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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.