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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.