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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 a-ha 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.