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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Index,
ABC,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.