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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.