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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.