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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
June Days,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.