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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
AZ,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.