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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
cv313,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.