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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.