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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.