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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.