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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.