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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.