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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Motorama,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.