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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.