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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.