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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Slave,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.