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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.