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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.