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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.