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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Magma,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.