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 Fiji 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.