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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
This Heat,
X-101,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.