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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.