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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.