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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Index,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.