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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Rakim,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.