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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.