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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Swans,
Pagans,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.