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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.