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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.