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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.