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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.