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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.