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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Scion,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.