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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Whodini,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.