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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
The Index,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.