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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
10cc,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.