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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.