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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.