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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.