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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Smog,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.