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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.