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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.