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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.