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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Gong,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.