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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
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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.