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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.