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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.