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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.