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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.