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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Smog,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.