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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.