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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.