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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.