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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.