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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
PIL,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.