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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.