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 Togo and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.