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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.