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 Mongolia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Japan,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.