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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.