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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.