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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.