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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.