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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 CMW to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.