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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.