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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.