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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.