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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.