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 Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Gong,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.