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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.