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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Mars,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.