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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.