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 San Marino and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.