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 the UAE 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.