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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gong 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 disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.