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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.