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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.