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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Wake,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.