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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.