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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.