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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.