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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.