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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.