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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.