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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.