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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.