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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.