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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.