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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.