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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Monolake,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.