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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
JFA,
DNA,
Faraquet,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.