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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.