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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.