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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.