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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.