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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Organ,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.