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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.