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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.