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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.