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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.