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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.