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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.