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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.