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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.