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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Little Man 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.