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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.