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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
June Days,
The Move,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.