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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.