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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.