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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.