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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.