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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.