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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
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.