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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.