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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.