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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.