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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.