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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.