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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.