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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.