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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.