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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.