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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Organ,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.