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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.