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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.