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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.