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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.