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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.