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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.