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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.