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 Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Ituana,
PIL,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.