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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.