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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.