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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.