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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.