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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.