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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.