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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.