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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.