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 Azerbaijan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.