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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.