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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
CMW,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Scion,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.