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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.