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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.