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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.