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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
The Sound,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.