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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Can,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.