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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Can,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.