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 Thailand 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.