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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.