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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Nico,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Gong,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.