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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Victims to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.