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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.