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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.