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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.