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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Index,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.