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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.