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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.