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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Can,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.