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 China and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.