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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.