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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.