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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
The Litter,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.