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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
UT,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.