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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.