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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
PIL,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.