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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.