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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Crime to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.