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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.