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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.