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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Index,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.