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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.