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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.