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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.