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 Chad 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.