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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.