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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.