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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Swans,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.