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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.