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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.