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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.