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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.