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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.