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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
PIL,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.