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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.