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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Human League,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.