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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Inner City,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.