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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.