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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
X-101,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.