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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Swans,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.