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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.