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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.