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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.