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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.