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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.