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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.