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 Malawi and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
UT,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Nico,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.