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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.