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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.