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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
June Days,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.