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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.